they're going to have to fight me (open)

[andyoullmissit]

Who: Clarice and YOU?
What: Some trading, some information gathering, some wandering.
Where: Out and about, certainly including Mafaton, but quick transport between neighborhoods isn't so much an issue for her.
When: Veerdi, all day
Notes: Let me know where and when you're tagging her. If you want to grab me ooc for plots before taggin, IRC or plurk are both fine.
Warnings: TBA if necessary

Peace is starting to get to her.

Granted, someone outside the situation might suggest the destruction of her world, including every person she ever cared about, might be what was getting to her, but Clarice long ago learned ways to survive. Looking too closely at her injuries wasn't one of those.

She's bad at stillness, though, and she's bad at domesticity. She doesn't sleep easily, but after all these years, she'd miss her nightmares, she sometimes thinks. Her whole life has been fighting, and now there's just waiting. Waiting and fog.

At least she's not half bad at the latter. (The fog probably isn't helping her mental state either, but she ignores that for now, like everything else that doesn't suit her.) She's doing alright, and is subtly picking up information about the guild. Maybe it'd be worth joining, so she didn't have to worry about stepping on toes when she goes out.

She still gets odd looks, but that's nothing. As long as she can pick out the people who are too afraid to be interacted with properly, she can get by.

She misses a lot of people, but then she buys herself fresh bread and tells herself it's not so bad. Sometimes she even believes it.

Comments

Mafaton, evening?

[bodilesswarrior]

Barbara hasn't been to Mafaton yet; she wanted to learn a bit more about it, picking pieces of truth from whispers and rumours. She's met a few tenants first hand; a human couple and a skittish xenian girl. (Barbara could hardly blame her for being wary; she'd stayed with her, on the way home.)

From what she's gathered, it's not much more dangerous than the rest of Baedal, and if she really wants to see it alive, she ought to come after the sun goes down.

She turns into the first street with more curiosity than apprehension. People are people, after all, and she's certainly encountered her share of those with unique abilities.

mafaton, nighttime

[gwynn]

Megan has been trained her entire life to be nice to boys. Most girls are -- it's this culture of fear they're bred into, this expectation that boys are dangerous and unpredictable and thus need to be pleased all the time. So when she's hassled by guys, she's never quite sure what to do -- it's not instinct, exactly, to tell them to fuck off, but it's definitely an urge and one that she just cannot bring herself to do.

So the guy who won't let her walk past him beyond the bar she was just in is making her nervous. She could just teleport away, but again, there's that ingrained notion in her that she has to give men the time of day if they expect it of her. That's what good girls do.

It's not even because she's xenian, that's what so bizarre about this, although it does make her stand out against other girls. Maybe that's a bad thing, but maybe it's a good one, too, because as she's standing there wringing her hands and trying to dodge his invasive and highly personal questions without offending him, it makes her highly visible.